Phone beeping, scrambling hand
Click. Says 'Hello?'
'Hey, it's me.'
Head meeting the bed dashboard ‘Ow—‘
You ask if I'm okay. I winced, No
But quickly amended, 'What's up?'
You laugh and you tell me that you're
Standing in the cold, outside my house.
I panic.
‘Yeah. I don’t know why. Can you possibly come out?’
I wanted to tell you that you had me at Hey
But I wouldn’t want to scare you away and so,
‘I’ll be down in a second,’ I scramble out of bed,
Out of the room, down the stairs—as fast as I can to
Fulfil the second I promised.
(Also, because I wanted to see your face at once)
The doors creaks open; I step out into the cold
‘Hi.’
I breathed.
‘Hey.’
You breathed.
The obvious question unasked was asked.
At 2 am in the morning, you tell me:
‘Let’s drive.’
What, Why, Where, When, How—?
You must’ve sensed the 20 Qs about to spill
From my wild, raging mind because
‘Come on. Hop in. No questions.’
But
‘I want a late night, okay, morning adventure.
We’ll be back at six, I promise.’
‘Why?’
More like, Why me?
Because I just want to know, really.
The question was thrown over the bridge
As you opened the door of the car
For me
I told you that this better be good
But then I know that it would be
Because I’m going to be
With you.
Car door closing, engine starting.
Our late night adventure beginning.